Of course as soon as I hit "post" Mitzi came out of hiding, meowing for me to play with her - she's making me cuckoo!So we had a lively play session with her chasing her favorite ribbon toy.
The vet was on the fence about pill-pockets because her stomach was so sensitive last week. I don't think they'd work with her anyway - she's such a wise little minx and would quickly realize that pill-pockets means meds.
I had a talk with her last night after I gave her her meds, letting her know that I know she hates them, but they're necessary to help make her better. Maybe she understood. Who knows what goes on in their little walnut-sized brains?
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Originally Posted by RedHedd
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